On the night of the seventh day of the third month of the Great Xia calendar, for the sword cultivation of the entire Great Xia, the path of cultivation was extinguished, and it was a great disaster!

The cultivators of the vast land of Shenzhou, who practice and practice, are cultivating the Tao, the soul of the Tao, and an understanding of the circulation of all things between the entire heaven and earth, but once the Tao that they have spent their whole lives seeking suddenly disappears, then for the corresponding practitioners, it is the road ahead and the catastrophe of destruction.

Therefore, in a sense, Murong He's actions will make him fall to the dust in an instant from the legend worshiped by all sword cultivators, and become a sinner through the ages who is spurned by everyone.

From the clouds to the mortal world, it is often only a breath!

Once upon a time, there were a wide variety of instrument souls in Great Xia, only the sword was the only one, there was a burial sword lake that nourished the sword soul, and there were countless sword souls that could be reincarnated and reincarnated.

This kind of everything made Sword Cultivation stand out in the cultivation world and was a faction of its own, but overnight, everything was shattered like a bubble.

The stegosaurus composed of hundreds of millions of sword souls was completely destroyed, and at the same time, the entire water of the Burial Sword Lake was completely evaporated by the impact of the hot sun.

The entire sword path, not only was the inheritance severed, but even the place where the family settled down was destroyed and was wiped out!

On the Burial Sword Lake, following the last scorching sun impact, the sea of forbidden supernatural powers slowly dissipated, but the aftermath remained, especially the shattered space and the evaporated billowing water vapor, which enveloped the entire top of the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain.

At this time, the Burial Sword Lake can no longer be called a lake, but a pit, a burial sword pit!

On the edge of the top of the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, the girl Jiansheng who was protected by the Dao Palace's Ten Miles Red Array, was in an even worse state at this time, after the entire sword path was mercilessly cut down by Zhao Yu, she also couldn't suppress coughing up blood forward, and at the same time, the first-grade Dao Soul Ayaluo Sword in the depths of the divine soul directly let out a burst of extremely sad wails, which were dim for a moment.

The girl's white robe was already full of mud at this time, and a strong feeling of dizziness hit her wave after wave, but she still tried her best to support the ground with her hands to prevent her body from falling.

Then Jian Sheng raised her head, her eyes staring at the misty front, and suddenly the vision in her eyes was blurred, and her eyelids seemed to have thousands of weights that could not be opened.

"No, no, can't faint!"

A low murmur sounded from Jian Sheng's mouth, and then he bit his lip with his teeth, using the pain to maintain a little sanity, and held on to keep herself from falling into a coma, she wanted to see with her own eyes whether Murong He was still alive under the blow of such a sea of supernatural powers.

She wants to see the end of this battle of the Holy Decisive with her own eyes, no matter how it ends!

It was not only the sword born who wanted to witness the end of this pinnacle battle, but also the spirit cranes flying in the sky and the great repairs on the black dragon, the civil and military officials and the Great Xia Emperor and Empress who were watching all this in the Si Tian Tower, as well as the countless monks who had come here from all over Great Xia.

After these monks rushed to the foot of Wanjian Mountain, wave after wave gathered at the foot of Wanjian Mountain, but in front of them stood the Upper Fourth Army with black, red, and silver armor, plus the heavily armed Gwangju defenders Ben Lei.

Therefore, these large number of monks stopped and continued to move forward, staying directly in place, looking up at the top of the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, their eyes were full of intense longing, and in addition to that, there was also exploration.

What will be the outcome of this pinnacle holy duel battle, and who will kill the deer?

On the top of the Ten Thousand Swords Mountain, the swirling water mist, and the chaotic laws covered everything up, but Zhao Yu, who stood proudly above the void, knew that all this was still not over, because he could still feel a sharp edge, which belonged to the edge of the sword.

Under the destructive impact of the sea of supernatural powers, countless sword souls broke and dissipated, but there was still one remaining, held firmly by a bloody hand, unswervingly pointing straight ahead.

In the next moment, Zhao Yu's eyebrows, whose dark golden imperial robe was flying, jumped suddenly, and the three avenue flames in the center of his eyebrows jumped at the same time, and then he raised his hand without hesitation and pointed forward.

Ancient Forbidden Divine Powers.

The chaotic void in front of the young emperor was like a tablecloth that had been twisted by someone, twisting rapidly in one direction, and at the same time bursting out with an extremely huge suction force, absorbing all the surging water mist around him, but in the next moment, from within the void, a vague sword tip stabbed out.

This sword was more blurry and fainter than when Murong He first pulled it out, but for some reason, it had a better edge, even with a strong emotion of sadness, despair, and fighting for his life.

This is a fatal blow to the entire Shenzhou Vast Land Kendo!

This style of sword flying immortals outside the sky is not over yet, and this is also the last sword of Murong He, who is covered in blood and flesh.

Murong He, who tore through the mist and used this sword flying immortal again, his clothes were in tatters, and blood was spurting out from all over his body, and even his eyes were full of bright red.

But his hand holding the sword was still very steady, and his footsteps towards Zhao Yumai were also very steady, and countless blood splattered out, falling on the sword in front of him, gradually dyeing the latter red, and finally turned out to be a vague blood sword.

When this style of sword flying immortals, without the weight suppression of the dragon of the sword, how fast is the speed?

It's like teleporting!

A bright red line appeared in the void, which was completely difficult to catch with the human eye, and came straight towards Zhao Yu's eyebrows, and then the young emperor's entire thought exploded, directly in the void in front of him, releasing an ancient forbidden supernatural power.

Wall of Ice!

The void moved, the cold air rolled, and a huge iceberg was forcibly moved in front of him from the unknown space, just erected in front of a sword flying immortal, and the blood line that cut the entire void immediately blasted into the iceberg.

The crackling sound continued to sound, but the speed of Murong and the stabbing sword also decreased greatly, and the entire body was directly exposed in front of the person.

"Murong He has been defeated!"

Lu Yao let out a loud shout, and then Chu Zhengyang beside him still had a solemn face, and responded directly:

"Not necessarily, there is a change below!"

Before Chu Zhengyang's voice fell, a thick and calm voice came directly from the top of Wanjian Mountain, resounding throughout the sky:

"I, Murong He, knowing that the sword path has been cut off in my hands, is deeply sinful, and I dare not ask for forgiveness, so I hereby make a vow that I will be a sword-forging person for the rest of my life, suffer from hundreds of millions of years of torture, and reforge every broken sword soul to recover. ”

After this vow was completed, the blood sword within the iceberg shone generously, and Murong He's body also exuded an unimaginable sword path edge, and the two directly tore through the ice mountain and disappeared in an instant.

Completely gone!

One ten-thousandth of a second later, the void in front of Zhao Yu directly cracked, and a person stepped out of it, stabbing out a sword.